[He doesn't care about the blood in his hair. He doesn't feel as much comfort from the hand as much as he's just relieved that Owen is breathing again. He's alive. He's going to live. He said he's all right, and he's going to live. He didn't get him killed.
Owen blurs in his eyes as they well up with tears. He's alive. He's alive and he drops his Evoker as he slumps forward, ready to fall down crying but keeping himself up as best as he can. It takes a moment, and it's after a sob, but he raises his hands again to help Owen up, hoping that he'll be okay. He doesn't care if that then gets the blood all over the front of his clothes.]
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Owen blurs in his eyes as they well up with tears. He's alive. He's alive and he drops his Evoker as he slumps forward, ready to fall down crying but keeping himself up as best as he can. It takes a moment, and it's after a sob, but he raises his hands again to help Owen up, hoping that he'll be okay. He doesn't care if that then gets the blood all over the front of his clothes.]
I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.